| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Trying to get a helipad on top of this bitch
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| Hustling a long time
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| Bentleys out side the villas
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| Rose petals on the sheets
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| Mints on the pillows
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| Baby smoked out
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| Dancing in the mirror
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| Trying to draw me nearer
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| But I got paper love
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| I can’t make it any clearer love
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| I can’t make it no realer
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| Than the ceiling that I get from depositing millions
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| I love thumbing through them Benjis
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| Getting head on the beach
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| In the drop top Rolls couldn’t match the feeling so
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| Please excuse me if I keep it moving
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| I know them big licks just ain’t gon' come to me
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| So I’m on the hunt
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| Some people think I’m tripping, think I’m on one
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| This is the mentality, brutality of New Orleans
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| Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Trying to come up and share my pot with my lil dog and them
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| Its enough loot and bitches in this world for all of us
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| Lil homie you gotta think larger, broader
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| Crabs in a bucket they kill you before you touch it
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| That fucking money, them haters don’t want to see you get none
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| They want you on the porch right next to them
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| Can’t entertain these bums get on your money
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| Bro you’ll turn into a skeleton just waiting for that bread to come
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Get up and get to the paper
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| Yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Get up and get to the |